This is Tender…
Fragile – not a word I like to use – about me. After all I am a strong woman, right? Truth is: far more fragile than I want to admit, than my ‘pull up your bootstraps’ attitude can handle, but not more than my God can hold together.
We go about our days doing those things the day requires – keeping house, tending children, encouraging friends, loving husbands, fulfilling work requirements, and all that tugs and pulls and must get done. And we forget. Forget that it’s ok to be fragile in the doing.
“My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.” (Psalm 51:17 NIV)
It is in the secret brokenness of our spirit, the often unseen contrite heart where pieces feel like they will never be whole, that God does His work. From these places others can draw near. No longer held at a distance by our ‘strength’ but drawn into the wonder of God’s work in the tapestry of a life lived surrendered.
Jesus always did a tender work in those he touched, spoke with, cried with. His words never fail to heal – “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.” (Matthew 11:29 NIV)
In the end this is what we’re all searching for. Rest from the acts of terror that invade the news stories, rest from the heartache of death and sickness, rest from the striving for more. Ever watched the work of the artist weaving a tapestry? The weaver sits behind the tapestry seeing all the knotted mass of threads and occasionally peaking through to see the reflection of the tapestry as she makes progress.
Right now we see the mass of knotted threads. A weak reflection of what can be is occasionally glimpsed, but the Weaver is working. Patiently, tirelessly, and oh so tenderly the Father uses each temptation succumbed to, every prayer of forgiveness, all the trials and triumphs – woven together by His tender mercies. Someday we will see perfectly the beauty He made from our fragile souls.
Til then this is tender: “Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.” (Matthew 19:14 NIV) Little child, your fragile is a work of art in the hands of the Master.
parisrenae 
You speak to my heart today. Thank you.
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Tanya, it’s that Holy Spirit loving you so much – He has a way of filling us up and tenderly cupping our soul in His strong hands. Blessings as you give your fragile to Him…
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Paris,
What a healing post! I loved this line:
“It is in the secret brokenness of our spirit, the often unseen contrite heart where pieces feel like they will never be whole, that God does His work.”
Be Blessed & Refreshed today!
~Sherry Stahl
xoxo
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Thanks, Sherry, praying for much refreshment for you as well as you surrender you fragile to his more than capable hands.
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“It’s okay to be fragile in the doing.” — Gentle put powerful phrase. The older I get the more I strive for that gentle and contrite spirit. Love that verse. Thank you for these encouraging words today, friend. ((xoxo))
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Thank you, friend, for your constant encouragement and leadership. Blessings as you put your fragile in His strong hands.
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Love this: “Someday we will see perfectly the beauty He made from our fragile souls.” There is beauty in fragility.
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Yes, He pours into souls His Holy Spirit who takes our fragile and transforms it into a child of God – with the promise of eternity where there is no more of all that makes us fragile here. Praising Him with you…
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